Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.